Many long moments had passed since the silent explosion of pure light that had ripped through the area. After the intensity of the blast, it was amazing that that anything was still left in the area at all. Although, it didn't disappear without leaving signs of it's fleeting existence. Grass was flattened from the wave of energy, trees singed by the searing light. Those were just the more lasting effects, as the faint glow that seemed to cling desperately to the surrounding area had faded to darkness, leaving a sense of something missing when it left. Zauk himself had took the time to orient himself after being thrown against the unforgiving stone side of the Kini-Nui Temple, the Ko-Koroan analytically cataloging his injures.
Nothing more serious than extensive scratches along the teal armor that covered his back and arms from sliding down the rough granite, although a minor concussion was a distinct possibility at this time. It could be ignored. For now. Nothing had been too damaged, nothing that wouldn't slow him down, that is. With the confirmation of his relative safety of bodily health, there was no way he could truthfully say he was completely "alright", Zauk continued on his list of immediate priorities. At the moment, his personal safety came before only one other thing, his weapons.
They will be no use to you if you're not around to use them, guard them well, but not at the cost of yourself.
The Toa of Lightning kneeled to the ground, his knees popping from the movement. His eyes, still stunned from the light, couldn't entirely see the ground around him, even though he was less than a metre from it. Swiftly, he ran his hands along the ground, blindly searching for what was his. His armored palms pushed aside burn blades of grass. Strange, it had been a while since the old Toa's words had risen to the forefront of his mind. Perhaps it was the concussion, or maybe it was just something he had always been thinking of, but only now listening to. His hands brushed up against something metallic, round, smooth and polished. Wrapped in leather. His long fingers curled around the hilt of the weapon, lifting it from the ground where it had fallen. It wasn't his weapon, but it was the one he was using nonetheless. He knew how to wield it well enough.
That wasn't the problem.
Slowly, he spun it around in his hand, trusting his coordination and reflexes to prevent from injuring himself on it's sharpened length. It was an elegant tool, the hilt curved like that of a hatchet's, notched to allow for excellent grip. A shaft, about a third of a metre long, extended from this. The otherwise bare metal was painted with the frightening visage of various skulls, Toa, Matoran, Vortixx, Skakdi, it was impossible to tell. They were bone-white, and gleamed coldly in the light. At the end of the shaft, an emerald blade stuck out, sharpened and almost leaf-like in curving design, it's crystal construction contrasted sharply with the rest of the scythe.
No, the scythe wasn't the problem, but who had used it was.
With a flick of the wrist, the intricately painted shaft extended more than twice it's current length, becoming more staff-like, able to be used with both hands rather than one. They scythe's twin was probably still somewhere around the temple, clutched in the immovable grip of the dead. The dead. Zauk had killed the Toa. Killed him, and took his weapon from his dying grip. The teal-armored Toa rocked back, the heels of his leather boots digging into the earth, a small smile spreading across his face. He had killed him with lightning, killed him with a extension of his very being. Funny, it had been a blind shot. The rage-induced power had more of a chance of missing it's target, harmlessly dispersing into the trees, than actually killing him. Mata Nui definitely hadn't been smiling down on that Toa of Crystal, on both of them. Zauk's smile grew, despite himself. It wasn't funny. He had to stop. Stop smiling, it wasn't funny.
It wasn't funny.
It was hilarious.
At the moment, Zauk couldn't decide whether to start laughing or crying at the Toa of Crystal's misfortune on that day, at that moment. He got unlucky for a moment, and suddenly a lightning bolt is blasting a hole through his chest. Boom! Ka-zap, gone. Dead. Oops, sorry about that. I'm sure you'll be fine. No, I wasn't aiming. I wasn't aiming at all, actually. Imagine that! Now you're dead, and I've got your scary scythe, eh? I didn't want to kill you... Yes I did. I wanted you dead. So what if you were trying to run away, I wanted you dead. Now, I suppose I don't want you dead.
But I'm alive and you're dead.
And I have your scythe.
The Toa of Lightning shut his eyes tight, tremors shook his form, though his face was a mask of one slightly amused with the world around them. Then, he stopped suddenly. With a single fluid motion, one born of centuries of both hard physical training and the sharpening of an analytical mind, Zauk rose to a standing position. As if that were a signal, the ground vibrated beneath his feet. It vibrated like a distant earthquake. Zauk wasn't an Onu-Toa, far from it, but he'd practically been raised in some of the most inhospitable hunting areas on the island. It gave him a connection with the world around him he felt that few could understand, and even less could appreciate. As it was, while another wouldn't have given the shake a second though, Zauk immediately focused on it. The world around him snapped into a sharp clarity, the blades of grass, the slight sound of the breeze through the canopy, the smell of a dying fire, all coming to his attention. He was aware of everything at once, focused on everything, but not selecting a single thing to listen to.
When hunting, you didn't focus on anything, that got you killed. Second rule.
And the first is quite simple, only direction differentiates the hunter from the prey.
There it was again, memories rising unbidden. Zauk dropped low to the ground once again, arms spread out and stance wide. There, again. The vibrations continued, almost growing... stronger. However impossible that sounded. He didn't like it. The Toa of Lightning glanced up. He knew that he wasn't the only one at the Temple. He had been hearing people for some time now, but had decided for the time being not to make his presence known. But now, more people seemed to be joining them, evident by the additional voices. He had absolutely no idea what they were talking about, their voices distant to the Toa of Lightning. Unless they were senseless, they probably felt it too by now. Whateve-
An immense crashing sound, as if the very forest was rebelling against itself. It sounded like...
A roar echoed across the area, and Zauk shot to his feet. He wasted no time waiting around, and sprinted flat-out towards the treeline. He reached it in quickly, and was running through the underbrush in less than a minute after leaving the Temple. Rahi were coming. Lots of them. And Zauk didn't fancy his chances against them in open-ground. He'd only heard rumors about things such as this, but it didn't take a genius to figure some things out. They were heading towards the Kini-Nui at a run, and a lot of Rahi on the island were controlled by a being. One specific being, infact.
The hunter launched himself from the ground, grabbing onto a low-lying branch, before using his momentum to swing himself up and over. At the top of his arc, he released the woody limb, flying the next few metres through the air. Zauk landed, somewhat awkwardly, on one of the trees overlooking the Temple clearing, and it took him a moment to make sense of what he was seeing. There was... A lot of Rahi. His keen eyes scanned the area, the telescopic lens built into his Kanohi further enhancing his field of view. Zauk narrowed his eyes, and focused his lens on one of the Rahi, a Muaka, to be exact. There, attached to it's shoulders, were two Infected Kanohi. No surprise, but he had to be sure.
Actually, there wasn't just Rahi in sight. No, there were a few Toa tagging along as well. One of them was flying, of all things. He was tall, dark, and creepy. Not much else could describe him as well as that. The second was... massive. Zauk himself was taller than average, and a lot more muscular than your average Toa, but this white-armored being was gigantic. And running, quite fast for someone that large. Suddenly, there was a golden blur, a flash of movement, and suddenly the mountainous Toa was sent into the air by a ramp of...
What in Mata Nui's name.
The Toa of Ice was thrown into the sky, over the treeline, and back down to the canopy below. Zauk had enough with trying to make sense of events, and simply dropped from the tree he was currently seated in. It was a good enough guess that tall and muscular was on the opposite side of things, and it might be a good idea to see if he's down or not. His mind made up, Zauk started in the direction where he had seen the Toa land, silently making his way through the trees. It didn't take long for him to find the Toa, white armor not blending into the area as well as teal and grey did.
He didn't look hurt, despite the circle of broken branches, doubtless the remains of his fall, scattered around him. In fact, he wasn't really doing anything. At all. Even with the Toa of Ice's back towards him, Zauk dared not get any closer.
“You're in my forest,” the Toa of Lightning stated simply, crystal bladed scythe held loosely in his hand.